red red wine
i've given up liquor. yes, i know.
it sucks. badstyle.
i've just come to the realization that everything that has ever been good in my life has been fucked up and all sorts of twisted when liquor gets involved. and i always always always end up hating myself the next day. because i don't know when to quit.
i once heard that it's never a problem until you try to quit.
and i never knew how true that is, until now.
it would be so easy and soo wonderful if i could just sit down and have a gin&tonic or a margarita...oooh god i would love a margarita.
but no. not now. not for a VERY LONG TIME.
at least until i learn to be responsible. well, at least more responsible.
and i've had it up to my eyeballs with living at my mom's house...i am dying.
no shit.
i haven't lived there in almost 2yrs now and it is KILLING me to step foot in their and be forced to live with other people. and not have a space to call my own. i don't even have a fucking bed for christ's sake.
i want my apartment. now.
but i'm poor and jobless (still)
and i haven't been able to get in touch with lela to get plans set on whether or not we are living in an apartment...which i need to figure out.
because i'm not going to commute everyday to campus and back.
fuckthat.
it sucks. badstyle.
i've just come to the realization that everything that has ever been good in my life has been fucked up and all sorts of twisted when liquor gets involved. and i always always always end up hating myself the next day. because i don't know when to quit.
i once heard that it's never a problem until you try to quit.
and i never knew how true that is, until now.
it would be so easy and soo wonderful if i could just sit down and have a gin&tonic or a margarita...oooh god i would love a margarita.
but no. not now. not for a VERY LONG TIME.
at least until i learn to be responsible. well, at least more responsible.
and i've had it up to my eyeballs with living at my mom's house...i am dying.
no shit.
i haven't lived there in almost 2yrs now and it is KILLING me to step foot in their and be forced to live with other people. and not have a space to call my own. i don't even have a fucking bed for christ's sake.
i want my apartment. now.
but i'm poor and jobless (still)
and i haven't been able to get in touch with lela to get plans set on whether or not we are living in an apartment...which i need to figure out.
because i'm not going to commute everyday to campus and back.
fuckthat.